She doesn't know, she doesn't see- that each word she says could either be a dagger or a badge that we could pin hopes onto. Why? We love her, yet it's just so painful sometimes, when sth so close to our heart is wrenched from us so swiftly and cleanly.
Sing. What does it mean to sing?
\Sing\,
v. t. 1. To utter with musical infections or modulations of voice.
And they sing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb. --Rev. xv. 3.
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise. --Keble.
To celebrate is song; to give praises to in verse; to relate or rehearse in numbers, verse, or poetry. --Milton.
Hm. Presenting the soppies, (you all know who you are (:); the ones that make me happy each prac!
I know that we haven't been performing well of late. But I disagree... wholly... that we have fallen. We've not, I refuse to believe that, even though anyone can point out anything to crunch us into little itty bitty bits in an instant: pitch, sound, blend- kabish-pow-adugen- we'll survive the blows!
We're not as strong as the rest of the sections. So what? There's no confirmation that we will stagnate and rot till the concert. We're a choir, you shouldn't LET us stagnate and rot. We WON'T let ourselves stagnate and rot. I salute our section, and I pray that we'll find our strength soon enough...
Let's hang on.... Love you guys so much. :)